Da Qin: I, Ying Zheng, ask my ancestor to clear my name

Ying Cang stared at the sky and muttered to himself.

For thousands of years.

Except for the people in the forbidden land of Yingcang, no one in the world knows what Yingcang is planning, and even most people in the world think he has fallen.

But he didn't.

"Zhao Zheng, the descendant of Lone, is also the son of the Mandate of Heaven who destroyed all countries under the Heavenly Dao Heavens.

"This is also the key to breaking the situation.

"Heavenly Dao, wait.

A smile appeared on the corner of Ying Cang's mouth, staring at the sky, as if he was calculating.

Suddenly.

He waved his hand.

Eight giant tripods appeared on the left and right of Yingcang, with a kind of ancient coercion.

This.

It is the eighth of the nine tripods under the ancient inheritance of this world.

In the past, Yingcang was strong and won from the declining Zhou State, but there was also a Yuzhou Ding, which was manipulated by Heaven so that Yingcang did not get it.

"The Child of Destiny is revealed. "

The Mandate of Heaven is in Qin.

"The opportunity to open the lonely millennium layout has finally arrived.

"The number of days is also messed up.

Ying Cang muttered to herself.

Suddenly.

A monstrous power erupted from his body.

Ying Cang stared at the sky, as if he was going straight to the heavenly machine in the dark.

Under the number of days of the Heavenly Dao, it seems that all of them are under Yingcang's supplement.

Ages.

Many cultivation paths have been born in the world.

Martial arts, the way of refining qi, the way of literature, the way of auxiliary.

There is also a fortune master who can make up for the heavenly machine, a fortune teller.

The latter auxiliary path can make up for the heavenly machine and penetrate the number of days.

Meantime.

If the cultivation reaches the half-step shattering and reaches the peak of this realm, it will be able to penetrate the heavens and plan under the number of days.

The world.

The nations stand together.

Qin Qi, Chu Yan, Zhao Wei, Han.

Among them, after Yingcang founded Great Qin, Qin was the strongest and respected by Qin.

among the nations.

There are also hundreds of sons, many of whom are inherited through the ages, standing in the Central Plains and Kyushu.

They are laid out in the world, calculated in Kyushu, and rely on the number of days of penetration.

And today.

The son of destiny returns to Qin.

The millennium layout of Yingcang has come to the beginning.

It is also the time when Yingcang wants to make a move against the sky.

"Martial arts, chaotic sky.

Ying Cang stared at the sky, and suddenly, a divine light erupted from his body, and the brilliance of the Eight Dings shook, which seemed to give Ying Cang a kind of power blessing.

A force rushed straight into the nine heavens, rushing into the days that countless people could not see.

The next moment.

The heavenly machine that could have been barely made up has become muddy and chaotic.

No matter what level of cultivation he has reached, no matter how proficient he is in the way of divination, at this moment, the heavenly machine of divination is a fog and a piece of turbidity.

"The days are out of order.

"The general trend is not obvious. "

Heavenly Dao, Lone will cut off your arm today, all countries, all sons and hundreds of families, hehe.

After doing this step, the momentum on Yingcang's body gradually calmed down, but a smile appeared on his face.

Almost at the same time.

Ghost Valley, Yunmeng Mountain.

An old man sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the void sky with a little surprise.

"The days are cloudy, and the days are chaotic. "

What's going on?" the

old man stood up abruptly, his face bewildered in astonishment.

"Master, what's going on?"

was the moment when the old man suddenly woke up.

Behind him.

Two young and handsome youths appeared, revealing sharp sword intent.

"Days, it's messed up.

"The sky is not clear. The

old man stared at the sky and muttered to himself.

And the two young men behind him were also puzzled and puzzled.

Universally.

If he can make his master so shocked, it must be something big happening, otherwise, he wouldn't be like this.

To know.

Their master is a well-known existence all over the world, the founder of the Zongheng family, Guiguzi.

Over the years, the disciples he taught have entered the WTO, stirred up wind and rain, used the countries as a chessboard, played the world, and made the name of Guigu resound all over the world.

"The days are chaotic, is this man-made, or is it predestined?"

"The old man has lived for hundreds of years, but he has never encountered such a scene. The old man's heart was shocked.

After a while.

The old man came back to his senses.

"Gai Nie, Wei Zhuang. He

looked at the two young men behind him.

"The disciple is here. The two immediately responded.

"Keep cultivating.

"You can't lag behind in cultivation, in this world, something big is going to happen." Guiguzi said faintly.

"Respect the teacher's life. The

two bowed, then retreated.

After the two stepped back.

Guiguzi still stared at the sky, continuing to calculate the number of days and days in this turbid area.

"Originally, under the number of days, the world was one, but this time the days were cloudy, and it was no longer possible to calculate, and the world was really going to be chaotic. "

.......

Confucianist.

Little Sage Village.

One of the 100 schools that have been inherited for thousands of years.

Disciples are all over the world.

This little sage village.

Everywhere there was the sound of reading aloud, and the vast literary atmosphere was shocking.

And in the depths of the lodge.

An old man suddenly opened his eyes, and a strong and domineering tone was wanton.

"What's going on

?" "The number of days is so muddy?"

"Since the beginning of the existence of Confucianism, I have never encountered such a situation. The

old man looked surprised.

......

Yin-Yang Family.

A rising star among the hundreds of schools.

But just a few hundred years ago, it reached the level of powerful power, and its strength among the hundred schools of thought was enough to rank among the top five.

"Interesting.

"The days are cloudy, and I can't calculate them anymore.

"Originally, under the number of days, this chaotic world would be unified, but now the number of days is gone, and the number of days has become muddy.

"Why is this

?" "Is it that someone messed up the number of days, or is it determined by heaven?" "

If it is the former, who in the whole world can have such supernatural powers? Taoism and Confucianism? No, they can't do it either."

"Is it heavenly?

" "With such chaotic days, how can my Yin and Yang family deal with itself?" "

It seems that this seat must enter the WTO in advance and seize the artifact of divination before it can be settled in the world." A

man covered in black robes stood on top of an altar and muttered to himself.

It's not just these three.

At the moment when Yingcang disturbed the days with the power of martial arts and the heavens.

The world.

Almost all the forces were alarmed.

Mohists, public losers, doctors, legalists..... All schools of thought moved.

The powerhouse who had reached the half-step shattering was the first to perceive the chaos of the days.

And among the nations.

Those fortune masters who have cultivated the way of divination profoundly, the fortune tellers also noticed that something was wrong.

He immediately reported the situation to the king.

Time.

In one fell swoop, Yingcang affected the entire Central Plains.

The forces of the world moved at this moment.

Look back.

Cangzu Forbidden Land.

"The days are chaotic, and the heavens are collapsing.

"The world is going to be lively.

A wicked smile appeared on Ying Cang's face, as if he had already anticipated the situation after the days and days were disrupted.

But.

This is also what he must do.

"Counting the time, this solitary retreat has been almost 300 years, right?"